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I fed your eyes

and fueled your fantasies.



Bowing in veneration and

arms outstretched

to receive your pity,

you consumed me.



With an appetite to satisfy

my own immoral cravings,

I consumed you-



the burning in my throat

equivalent to that

of my desire.



My face in your lap,

your hands behind

thrusting me forward,



eager to hear

that gagging sound.



A rush of blood

to your throbbing head

when mindfulness

was thrown bedside.



Feeling (w)retched,

the shame was

hardest to swallow;



it tasted bitter.



Your influence

towered over me,

immense in proportion

to my resistance

against you.



Were you my

redeemer?



I always knew

I’d find salvation

on my knees,



but not like this.